My Night With A Goddess - My First Transsexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transsexual Experience

... you in ways you’ve only fantasized about.”

She coyly smiles and casts her eyes down in shyness as I guide her hand and lead her inside through the open door. Our lips meet, the kiss fiery and intense. Uncertainty of whether the men have followed us indoors prompts me to secure every lock on the door, all while maintaining our passion. With a single hand, I close every blind and navigate us toward the bedroom, our bodies twirling and teasing each other. I toss her onto the bed and strip off my shirt hastily, both of us now shimmering in the light due to our perspiration.

I quickly join her, my body pressed against hers, and my mouth takes hers completely. Her fingers play with my hair, a sensation that feels absolutely divine. But amidst this paradise, an unsettling sensation that I may have overlooked something gnaws at me.

I remove my tongue from deep inside her mouth and shout, “The pictures!”

Immediately, I roll over and plug my phone into the charger on my bedside table. My phone flicks on and Alicia hovers over me, spooning me from behind; her hair smells of lavender and strands of it gently tickle my shoulders. She is completely erect. It’s jabbing into my pussy from behind. I slowly rock my hips back and forth to stimulate her cock even more.

“Okay. It’s sent. To three of my email accounts,” I say with a smile. And we both give a sigh of relief. “He won’t bother us again.”

She traces her hand down my chest, making its way to my abdomen and then ...

... beneath my skirt. She starts to play around with my lips, which are already moist. The sound of her fingers maneuvering the wetness fills the air. She employs the natural lubrication to caress my clitoris with two fingers, moving in a circular manner. My response is a moan of pleasure and a wriggle. Her touch is exactly the right amount of force and pace. My toes curl in delight and I find myself biting my lip.

Not yet, I’m going to come. Not yet! I want it to last so much longer.

I yank her hand from under my thong and roll over to face her. I wag my index finger reprovingly and say, “Not yet. There’s something I owe you first.”

She grins widely and narrows her eyes. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

I can see her erect penis practically bursting out of her thong. But somehow, the strong material is keeping it contained. I carefully lower my hands to her waist, slowly easing her underwear down. With each gradual movement, her rigid cock unveils, eventually popping free from the snug waistband like a spring. Now fully exposed, it stands up powerfully, almost looking back at me. The sight is captivating, the noticeable veins, its thickness, and the red, wet tip. I'm in a state of euphoria. She then moves onto her knees, pointing it towards me while I lay on my belly, staring up at her with anticipation.

She bobs it up and down as I inch nearer, ready to savor it at last. However, she abruptly withdraws it just as I am about to grasp it with my eager lips. I give her a fierce ...